Whatever you demand

So I’ve been asked for specifics prompted by this ask by @heidi-slave, and I thought I’d share them in a bigger post where I could elaborate more (thank you for the question/excuse to yammer on about my amazing partners being hot).

Pavlovian conditioning is classic, well known, and a really easy thing to leverage. If you start to mix this with hypnosis, power exchange, and the biological head fuck created by orgasm denial, you end up with the hairpin primed machine that is the human brain. (Honestly, the denial isn’t even required, it just speeds up the process and is an added bonus for me). After that all it takes is willingness and consistency.

I’ve had multiple male bodied partners who have dared to feed me the bullshit statement that nipple play for them would be impossible because, as everyone knows, that’s only sexually stimulating on female bodied people. I don’t think any of them ever got to walk away without ending up a total nipple slut to my memory. Lesson learned, and a great improvement to their attitude involving unlearning gendered bullshit over the course of our relationship.

As a control freak of a mindfucker, really there’s no particular thing that is to small for me to want to change in a person. I’ve mentioned before, and it remains true, that my interest in brainwashing and conditioning of my partners has nothing to do with wanting to change them specifically. That, if I like them enough to delve deeply into very long term altering behavior, I like them enough that I really don’t want them different. That’s not the point. So any change I’d make would really be for the sake of the power play, and likely be something that would be changed again at a different point. Examples being: I’ve played with temporarily giving partners a boot fetish (I got new boots and wanted to have them properly appreciated~). I had a play partner who told me no when I was being a brat and licking their nose (and we had a relationship that revolved around a lot of CNC and the negation of their ability to refuse me unless they were willing to safeword), so I made the licking of their nose into something that made them shiver down to their toes and moan embarrassingly audibly. One of my play partners finds pocket watches to be too stereotypical, and they have no real attraction toward them, so they are currently being conditioned to reset that belief to something more in line with my preferences. I’ve made spirals and hypnotic visuals mind melting to most of my partners I’ve had for any length of time, though never a one of them thus far was ever very susceptible to them when we first met, nor had any real pull toward them. I just like the image of slack jawed, blank eyed toys getting brainwashed by cheesy blinky lights. And, almost every single time, I’ve just through the way I play given each and every person who’s spent any real time with me a hypno fetish. Even if they had one prior, I’ve been told that it’s been made oh so much worse.

But does anyone know blogs that post porny and erotic things that are representative of queer and transgender people without demeaning them?

I know it’s been a while since I last recorded another story audio, so I’d been hunting for a good one to record. @hypdom helpfully suggested a certain one of @ditzy-dolls fantastic pieces of writing…

It’s fucking DITZY. Of course I couldn’t say no.

Not least because this story is one that gave me a Cheshire cat grin the first time I read it…. for obvious reasons ;)

This is my audio interpretation of the fantastic story (seriously, so check Ditzy out first, then come back and hit play. Or, do both if you’re talented like that with your multi-tasking skillz.)

First, a great weakness and exhaustion. She struggled to hold herself up in a pose of confrontation. Then she struggled to find her way to the ground softly, her arms turning limp and floppy. Next, she felt the flush in her cheeks and her neck. The warm familiarity of a blush over the terror of her incapacitation. The blood pounded in her ears and she heard herself panting as the flush spread to her belly and between her legs. It almost felt as though her clit were being licked by an experienced lover, and as this realization hit her, he felt herself gasp involuntarily as her nipples crinkled and hardened, making her suddenly aware of their movement against her bra with each breath.

The feeling between her legs became more and more distracting. It was becoming harder to think. Was that just the pleasure, or was there something else? The inquiry only lasted for a moment as she heard her assailant start to talk again. Such reasonable suggestions. Everything made sense. She’d be happy to cooperate. Anything to help.

“One more thing,” he said. “On the bed.”

The second sentence was said using that voice. The one that made me shiver, that made me wet, that made me obey.

I didn’t ask questions, I walked hurriedly to the bed, and climbed on, looking a question to him as he walked in after me. 

“Downward” he commanded, and, with only a second of hesitation I assumed the position I knew he meant. Head down on the bed, hands reached forward, knees together, ass raised. If he was going to take me before we left, we’d be late, or might never get there.

He came by the bed and lifted my dress, pulling it all the way to, but not over my head, blocking my vision. He slipped his fingers under the lace of my panties and drew then down my legs. 

“You won’t wear these tonight.”

I shivered, but I lifted my knees, then feet to let him get them all the way off. Then he left the bed for a moment, and I heard him cross the bedroom to the bureau and open one of the drawers.

My breathing was already ragged as he came back to the bed. I jumped a little, and moaned as he delved a finger between my legs, gathering my wetness. Then his fingers were spreading the cheeks of my ass apart, and I felt the cool smooth touch of metal right at my backdoor.

“You’ll wear this instead. All night,” and he pushed the plug, lubricated with my own arousal, into my ass.